chapter 8~ empty arcade

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"thank you for shopping at gold circle. did you find everything you needed?" said a tall man with dark fluffy hair

"oh yes i did."

"are you sure your not looking for anything else?"  he said with a grin.

"umm no" you laugh nervously

"how about a date." he smiles

"um. well-."

"she's with me." michael says sternly

"what's a pretty girl like you doing with a dud like him?" he laughs

"you bette-"

"cmon michael" you nudge him. "let's just go."

he snarls

_

"man that guy really pissed me off."

"what do you say.. we do something. fun." you smile

"like what?"

you reach your hand into your pocket and pull out shiny keys that have the logo "circus baby's pizza world on it." you smile.

but we're closed today?

you sigh. "that's the point."

"ohh i see where your going"

"uh huh"

"let's do it."
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"farther than i remember."

"your telling me."

"my legs hurt."

"man i wi-, woah!" you say awfully loud as michael sweeps you onto his back

"better?"

"way."

you sigh as you fall into his comfort

"we made it." he danced around

you put the key in the lock and turn it. *click*

he spins you pulls you in then kisses you

"what do you say about a hot pizza?"

"i say please, darrrling"

*oh my go- that was hot.*

"i'll be beating my high score at funtime fantasy my love."

"alright."

_
*okay maybe i was a little scared to go to the kitchen by myself? so what?*

"now. baking. 1. pizza."
"now. mixing. 2. slushees."
*DING!*

you jump. "machines the scariest thing here"

"micheal.."

"over heree"

"got em."

*you both eat and drink while trying to beat each other's high scores on all the arcade games while rain pours outside*

"OH MAN!"
"what is it?" he asked with a concerned look
"your moms flour.."
"yeah.. we should going." he kisses your forehead then goes to throw away the pizza box.

"man it's pouring."
"take my jacket." he says with a smile.

you both run home and when you arrive you and both the flour are soaked.

"mom.. sorry we."

"oh no no, i know you teenagers" she smiles and takes the flour. "and.. why are your tongues purple?? there's so purple slus- ohh" she grins.
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